Yesterday, I celebrated another decade of being on this earth. I turned the big 3-0. For some reason, 30 sounded so much older than 29. I'd be closing a chapter of my life and moving on. My twenties were pretty exciting -- a lot of firsts for me. I think that was maybe the reason that I felt sad to leave that particular decade. There were so many great memories and as I keep getting older, those memories have started to fade as I make new memories.
In my twenties, I .....
- ordered my first real drink at a bar.
- lived in North Dakota for a summer and made many lasting friendships.
- became acquainted with Camp Grow and met many new people.
- lived in Costa Rica for a semester.
- went salsa dancing for the first time.
- graduated from college.
- started my first real job as an adult. (HSA Bank!)
- started a family (married the love of my life and had babies)
- found a home church.
- learned to play guitar.
- bought a house.
- stood up in a friend's wedding.
- traveled to Colorado on a family trip.
- co-led a women's Bible study
- took a Zumba class.
- played on a kickball team for a summer
- ran my first 5K race (high school cross-country races don't count)
- I really started to grasp who God was and grow stronger in my faith.
I could probably keep going. (maybe if I think of it, I'll add more later). Happy Birthday to me!
